#giliw

[seannesruins]

"Pwede na 'yan, tinatamad na 'ko mag render e." moments at 2am.

[inamerlz]

i miss her so much i'm gonna throw up

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

ok but whats ur fave filo callsign 😏

UH... UH H h

..uhh,,,UHHHHHH,,,,

...giliw...

[sturbewi]

[nezukoo-channn]

— giliw ko (Zayne x F!Reader)

Tags: Non-MC F!Reader x Zayne, Reader isn’t MC, Reader uses/gets addressed w female pronouns (she/her), Spanish colonial AU! Not historically accurate , Zayne, Reader, and Caleb are small children during this (around the ages of 7 to 12), appearances of Zayne and readers' parents, possibly OOC Zayne and Caleb , there are translations (not exactly word by word but I translated it based on what's the most accurate thought behind it, it's italicized beside or after the dialogue) , fluff, children making memories together (kids being kids) , different social classes (note that you and Zayne don't have the same social classes, explains why your family works for him)

A/N: this is my first time writing lnds fanfic so please be kind 🥹. this is the prologue of the main story, there will be a part 2! I haven't written in so long and I haven't written fanfiction for even longer, I'm so sorry for the OOC and the possible errors this fic had, I tried my best to proof read and do some editing and corrections. Any reblogs or form of love is appreciated by me thank you! 💖

Wc: 2.2k words

Dedicated to: @deusfoundry (thank you for being the first person who listened to my idea and supported me throughout its creation, I hope i don't disappoint you 🙇‍♀️)

Taglist for this fic : none yet

Divider by : @saradika-graphics

Prologue

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Zayne remembers the first time he met you.

He was seven years old when his mother introduced you. His mother had looked around and asked if any child was perhaps his age who could get along with his quiet personality. Luckily, your mother, one of the maids that helped raised him, had you, a child around his age. As a child, you had long hair, bright eyes that shone under the bright morning light, and skin that glowed under the sun’s comfort. You step forward, bowing to him.

“Y/N.” You say, glancing up at him and stretching out a hand to him, waiting for him to accept it. “Ano ang pangngalan mo?” What's your name?

Zayne takes your hand and hovers his lips against yours. His mother’s eyes widened, surprised by her son’s actions. Meanwhile, yours stares in disbelief at his actions, yet no expression of disdain or anger paints their faces.

“Zayne.” He says, his quiet voice slips out of his tongue. “Ang pangngalan ko ay Zayne, binibining Y/N. Natutuwa kita makilala.” I'm Zayne, Miss Y/N. Nice to meet you.

Zayne remembers your bright laughter.

You shake your head at his introduction, remarking about how formal he sounds for a boy around the same age as you. He tries to defend himself, saying that he wanted to make a good impression and yet, you continue to laugh. You look up to your mother and his, remarking about the way he acted and greeted you out loud. Before your mother can scold you about your mouth and behavior, his laughs.

“Ganyan talaga siya, iha.” His mother remarks about her son’s behavior, “Parehas sila ng ama niya.” He's like that, my dear. Acts a lot like his father.

You nodded at their words, but honestly, you couldn't care any less. You look at Zayne, still standing in front of you. Taking his hand in yours , you made a beeline towards the outside. Your small feet pass through their family’s beautiful garden with various flowers, shrubs, and individuals who helped maintain it.

You stop every once in a while to appreciate its beautiful colors and sweet smells. You take a whiff of Jasmines, grab Santans that fell on the ground below, and carry Plumerias in your spare hand, dragging Zayne behind you at all times.

Past the garden, you weave through the grass and onto the vast plantation fields. It was already late in the morning, the plants tower over your small heads as the sun shines down. There were people working on the fields, making sure that the rice being planted can be eventually harvested once the season comes. You pass through them all, making sure to give way to yourself and your new friend (despite the sighs of the workers, mainly from your father and grandfather).

Meanwhile, inside, your mother and his laughs. “Ganyan ba talaga ang anak mo?” Is she always like this? She asks, her voice in disbelief. She glances outside, their silhouettes already gone. Her question was one of pure genuine curiosity rather than offense. Your mother looks up from what she is doing and nods.

“Opo, Señora. Ganyan talaga ang anak ko.” Yes, she's always like that. Your mother answers and proceeds to resume her cleaning. His mother smiles, giving a nod of approval before leaving.

Zayne remembers what the first few days of his life was with you in the picture.

Most days, he was quiet and observant, kept to himself, liked to read and follow his parents, who were doctors in their small town, everywhere. He observes the way they treat patients, going above and beyond to help others in need in their small barrio. He was exposed to various people of various ages and social classes but would watch from afar, making sure he wouldn’t disturb his parents’ work.

But ever since you came…things slowly changed.

He’d still follow his parents around, but everytime you wanted to play and talk to him, he’d drop what he was doing to accompany you. You laugh, talking to him in what little Spanish and mostly Tagalog you knew and he’d listen along. Most days start early with you helping around the house. Your mother and the other maids would give you little tasks to do, like cleaning up and wiping down the tables to keep you entertained for a while until Zayne was awake and spent the whole day together.

However, your most important task was given by Zayne’s mother, days after you two had met and begun to get along.

“Iha,” Dear His mother calls for you and you approach, dusting your skirt the way you saw your mother and women do when she calls for them.

“Opo, Señora?” Yes , Maam? Your high-pitched voice replies.

“Masaya ka rito? Kumusta kayo ng anak ko? Narinig ko sa ina mo na palaging kayo naglalaro at tinuturuan ka rin niya magbasa?” Are you enjoying it here? How are you and Zayne? I heard from your mother that you two play together often and he's been teaching you how to read?

You nod immediately and begin to ramble about the various activities the two of you like to do together, such as him teaching you how to read and write, and in turn, you teach him to play various kids games you knew and help him slowly break out of his quiet exterior. His mother nods along, smiling at your anecdotes. Once you are done, you realize what happened . You look down at the ground, trying to avoid her gaze.

“Lo..lo siento, Señora…” I'm sorry, Maam. You whisper in apology. She waves her hand, dismissing it. You glance up, and a smile returns to your face.

“Natutuwa ako, iha. Saan magpatuloy ito dahil hindi ko pa nakita na palaging ngumiti ang anak ko.” I'm glad to hear that, my dear. I hope it continues because I haven't seen my son smile so frequently. She smiles before dismissing you off. You thank her before running to Zayne’s room upstairs, ready to start a new day with him.

You remember how you two played with each other.

Your hands intertwined as you ran through the fields. He greets workers a pleasant morning before you continue to drag him along. Far away from the fields, you both reach a small clearing. It was mostly flat, with several trees standing tall to shade you both. There you spend your days together, playing and laughing. Zayne would tease you, and in turn, you tease him back. There were days he’d bring books, teaching you how to read and write your names in the dirt. In turn, you teach him how to climb a tree (which didn’t go as planned) and how to play the games you knew until lunch comes around and you both head back home.

After lunch, the house is silent. You and Zayne find your own small space in a large house to simply do one thing: to take an afternoon nap before playing with each other throughout the afternoon until dinner.

That was your routine everyday. Some other days had exceptions, but it felt exciting as you two played and knew more about each other. You knew that Zayne likes stray kittens or any feline in general, and hates carrots, picking at his food whenever there was the sight of it. It was the exact reason why your grandmother, the one who cooks at his family's, always removed carrots from his meals.

Most of all, you know that you are one of his friends—his only friend maybe, but for the ever quiet and observant Zayne, that was enough.

Besides you being Zayne’s friend, your playmate, a boy around your age named Caleb joined along.

You three did everything together despite your different backgrounds and families. It didn't seem to be a problem as you were children , barely the ages of 10, enjoying what it's like to be children.

However, that all came to an end one afternoon.

You three were playing at your usual spot, with Zayne quietly leaning against the tall tree, Caleb lying down against the blades of grass, laughing , and you, standing over both boys with a large grin on your face. You were gloating about how you finally won against Caleb in a game of tag while he groaned in annoyance , grumbling about your loud and obnoxious behavior.

“Ang ingay…” Zayne grumbles teasingly, “Ano ba ka? Isang bata?” You're so loud...what are you? A baby?

You glance up at him. “At ano ka ba?” You retorted, “Isang matandang tao?” And what are you? An old man?

He sighs.

Silence slowly begins to envelope you three as you join them,  sitting down on the grassy fields. The sun had begun to set, showing a various array of different colors. Red bleeds into orange and yellow, with shades of pink appearing to dot the horizon as well. 

“Aalis ako dito.” I'm leaving. Zayne says. You and Caleb pause, glancing up to him. You stared at him in disbelief,  thinking he was kidding. 

“Huh?!” You and Caleb spit out, staring in disbelief of his words. “Bakit?” Why?

“Pupunta ako sa Maynila…at baka naman sa Europa or sa Asya , hindi ko pa alam—para mag-aral ng medisina.” I'm leaving for Manila, and maybe Europe or other parts of Asia, Im not sure yet— but Im leaving to study medicine one day. Zayne answers.

Manila was a large place, the crown jewel of the Philippines and the seat of Spanish colonial authority. It is the place where people go to and, in turn, leave their families behind for a hope of a better life for them.

Manila is the place where dreamers live, where the tall walls and gates in Intramuros block the rich and known from everyone else.

You remember stories about your parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles, visiting the city of Manila. You remember how your eyes brightened with excitement as you wanted to know more about her beauty.

Manila is a flame, and all the people flock like moths towards it.

And Europe.

It was even bigger than Manila, a whole continent, even. The seats of Imperial powers. The place that only a lucky few that have the right money and privilege can feel her luxurious embrace.

If Manila was like winning one lottery ticket , then going to Europe was like winning the whole casino.

You and Caleb look at each other. Zayne was leaving. You don't know when you'll see him again, or if you'll ever see him either. You kept a bare face, trying not to let the tears from your eyes fall. Caleb got up from the grass and squeezed your hand.

“Talaga?” Your voice says, almost cracking from the shock. “Aalis ka?” Really? You're leaving?

Zayne nods, confirming his fate.

“Kailan ka babalik?” Will you return? Was your next question.

Zayne shrugs his shoulders. “H…hindi ko alam kung kailan…” I don't know when.

You pause. He wasn't sure when he's coming back. You aren't sure if he's even coming back alive in the first place— would he even remember all the times you played together if he leaves? What if he doesn't come back? You sniffle, trying to wipe the invisible tears from your face.

Caleb was quiet. He stares at Zayne as well. He knows that Zayne leaving would break your heart. He gets up and approaches, pulling you and Zayne into a tight hug.

Zayne didn't know if he'll be able to live with your heart broken for a dream beyond the comforts of the province.

And that's when you started to cry.

You sobbed, staining everyone's clothes with snot as you sniffled. You wiped your tears, grumbling a thing or two about the way you're acting. Tears continue to stream down your face as it becomes hard for you to breathe, your throat closing up from all the tears you exhuasted out. Zayne and Caleb noticed your struggle and step away, giving you the needed space to breathe.

No words were exchanged between you three as you held each other and cried until sun down. You helped wipe each other's tears before looking back at the direction of home and begin to walk home, taking slow steps to absorb one of the last moments you three had together before reality stepped in.

You remembered the day Zayne left.

You were helping your mother and the other women clean the house when Zayne approached you, his father standing a bit farther away. He was dressed up nicely, in clothes similar to boys his age and around his social circle. His hair was done as well, his black strands in place.

You dusted your skirt, pressed the wrinkled ends of your blouse and fixed your messy hair. Your hands still had invisible dust stuck onto them, yet you tried to get rid of it.

It was a stark contrast between the both of you.

A reminder that in the end, he was a son of rich doctors from notable families.

And, there was you. Just an ordinary girl, born to ordinary parents , and set out to live an ordinary life.

At least, in the few years that you knew each other, social classes and privilege never mattered.

“Aalis na ako.” I'm leaving. He says, taking your hand in his. He lowers his lips against it, placing a soft kiss. You wipe a tear from your eye with your other hand, trying not to cry. He lets go of your hand, picking something from his pocket before handing it to you.

You tilt your head, staring at the small thing beneath your palms. It was a small flower, its colors faded. Its beautiful White turned into a soft Brown. The sweet smell laced lightly across its small petals. You held the small flower on the palm of your hand and smiled.

“Ang Ganda…” Its beautiful... You whisper in amazement. He nods, smiling as well.

“Bibigyan kita ng maraming magandang bulaklak sa pagbalik ko…” I'll bring you beautiful flowers when I return..

He promises. His father calls for him, making Zayne look away from you and return to his Father. You waved goodbye to each other, seeing them leave the house and close the door behind them.

You glanced down at the flower again, before placing the dried flower inside your pocket, patting it gently before getting back to work.

[rosebudprincess]

i take joy in speaking two languages, english and my mother tongue. there is truly no beauty like refering to your lover with terms of endearment in your native language. for me, it’s calling them “iniibig ko” (the one i love), “sinta ko” (my adored), or “giliw ko” (my joy/sweetheart).

[kiiraes]

nais kong magpakalasing... dahil walaa ka naaaa, nakatingin sa salaminnnn... at nagiisaaaaaaa..... nakatanim parin ang gumamelang binalik mo sakin nang tayo'y maghiwalaaayyy, ito'y katulad ng damdamin ko'y kahit buhusan mo ng beer ayaw pang mamatayyyyyyyyyy

i want to get drunk because youre not here, im looking at the mirror and im all aloneeeee, the hibiscus you gave me when we broke up is still planted, its just like my feelings even if u buhos it with beer it wont matay

[lvioung]

when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers :3

finally answering tjese ever since dec 10. Crying cause i have 8 of these to answer anyways

[office-hours-affection-if]

what petnames would the ros use for mc?

Oohh i like this!

Diesel: Babe or Dream girl

Seth: Love or Angel

Azrael: Hase

Grant: Giliw or Sunshine

Leon: Sweetheart or Mi cielo

Markus: Honey

Isla: Baby, Babe or your name with a variation

Conrad: Baby or Pretty girl

Dom: Hun or Wifey (if already in a long term relationship)

Lawrence: Doll

Thank you for the ask! 🥰

[peryodismo2425]

Ma’am Wena: Dating Bagyo Pala?

Ni Job Balanon | Nobyembre 15, 2024

Mga malalakas na sigaw ng “Ma’am Wena! Ma’am Wena! Ma’am Wena!...” mula sa mga estudyanteng giliw na giliw sa naturang guro ang masasabing ‘di malilimutang parte ng nakaraang Teacher’s Day event ng UPIS noong Oktubre 4, 2024. Ngunit parehas pa rin kaya ang lakas ng kanilang sigawan at hiyawan kung naging estudyante sila ni Ma'am Wena sampung taon na ang nakakaraan? 

Isa sa maituturing na  pinakamamahal na guro ng University of the Philippines Integrated School (UPIS) si Ma’am Rowena Del Castillo Naquita, o mas kilala bilang “Ma’am Wena”. Gayunpaman, lingid sa kaalaman ng nakararami, dati siya sa mga pinakakinatatakutan na guro sa UPIS. 

Kilala natin ngayon si Ma’am Wena bilang isang mapagmahal, maalaga at masiyahing  guro. Bagaman istrikto at kritikal pa rin siya pagdating sa loob ng silid-aralan, iginagalang at minamahal pa rin siya ng kaniyang mga estudyante. Sa loob ng 19 na taon niyang pagtuturo sa UPIS, nakapagturo na siya sa elementarya, Media Center, at ngayon, sa hayskul. Sa kasalukuyan, guro siya sa Filipino 9 at 10. 

Kung makasasama ka sa klase ni Ma’am Wena, makikita mo talaga ang husay niya sa pagtuturo. Lalo na sa El Fili at Noli ni Rizal, tila nakabisado na niya ang nilalaman ng mga ito. Pagkatapos ba naman ng halos dalawang dekada sa propesyon, ano pa ang aasahan mo?

Kung oobserbahan naman ang mga estudyante, makikita sa marami sa kanila ang  appreciation sa pagtuturo ng kanilang guro. Kahit na ang mga english-speaking na mga estudyante ay tila na-hook na rin sa kwento ni Ibarra at Simoun! Pagkatapos ng semestre kasama si Ma’am Wena, talagang lumalago sila sa pagbabasa at pang-unawa ng Pilipinong panitikan. Sa klase kasi ni Ma’am Wena, talagang hindi niya titigilan ang kaniyang mga estudyante hanggang sa maintindihan nila ang pinapabasa sa kanila. Sa loob ng silid-aralan, talagang sinasamahan niya ang kaniyang mga estudyante habang nakikipagbuno sa mga malalalim na kasulatan ni Rizal, Jacinto, at kung sino-sino pang mga Pilipinong manunulat ng nakaraan.

Ngunit sa sa labas nito, iba naman ang binubuno ni Ma’am Wena.

Pagkatapos ng kaniyang mga klase, dumidiretso si Ma’am Wena sa UPIS 3-6 upang sunduin ang Grade 3 niyang anak na si Gwen Therese. Magkasama si Gwen at Ma’am Wena na nakikipagbuno sa usok at trapik pagkatapos ng nakapapagod na araw sa UPIS. Sabay silang uuwi tungo sa isa pa niyang anak na si Gabriel, na siya namang 3 years old, upang makipagbuno pang muli sa mga responsibilidad naman ng pagiging isang ina. 

Pagkatapos ng lahat ng trabaho at pakikipagbuno, kapag libre na ang oras ni Ma’am Wena, mahilig siya na manood ng K-drama, makipagchikahan kasama ang kaniyang mga co-teachers, at maglaro ng larong “Fishdom”. 

Sa kabila ng pagiging isang guro, isa ring tao si Ma’am Wena na may sariling libangan, at trip na gawin.

Ngunit ang libangan na hindi alam ng lahat, mahilig ding magbasa at manood si Ma’am Wena ng mga thriller and crime movies at books. Sa kabila ng pagiging mapagmahal niyang guro, hindi mo raw siya mapababasa ng mga mga librong romance ang tema. 

“Gusto ko ‘yung mga kuwentong may misteryo, yung mapapaisip ka, magtatahi-tahi ng mga pangyayari upang mabuo ang kuwento -– paborito ko ang ‘Criminal Minds’, “CSI”, sa mga panoorin. Sa mga babasahin naman ay ang mga nobela na isinulat ni Jo Nesbø at Thomas Harris.” sabi pa niya nang tanungin tungkol sa nakabibigla niyang interes.

Ang Suliranin ng Isang Kontemporanyong Guro sa Filipino

Bagaman mahusay na guro, mayroon pa ring mga hamon na hinaharap si Ma’am Wena sa pagtuturo ng Filipino gamit ang wikang Filipino. 

Noon, mas bihasa pa ang mga estudyante sa pananalita ng Filipino. Mas madali pa silang turuan at kausapin sa naturang lenggwahe. Ngunit sa paglipas ng panahon at lalong pag-usbong ng mga gadgets sa Pilipinas, lalong lumaki ang impluwensiya ng kanluraning kultura na siyang nagsanay sa mga Pilipinong estudyante na magsalita ng Ingles.

Sa kasalukuyan, labas man sa UPIS, marami sa mga estudyante  ang nahihirapang makaintindi at gumamit ng wikang Filipino. 

Ayon kay Ma’am Wena, mayroong mga estudyante na talagang nahihirapan na magpahayag, magsulat, at sumagot ng mga tanong sa Filipino. Dahil dito, mayroong mga pagkakataon na kinakailangan ng mga estudyante na magsalita at magsulat sa Ingles para lamang makasagot sa mga tanong niya. 

Sa mga ganitong pagkakataon, gumagawa na lamang si Ma’am Wena ng mga kompromiso sa mga estudyante. Sinusubukan niya na lamang na tanungin ang mga estudyante ng mga follow-up questions at tulungan sila na isalin sa Filipino ang kanilang mga ideya. Pagkatapos, tinutulungan niya na rin  na iwasto ang kanilang gramatika. At upang lalo pang hasain ang kanilang kaalaman at pananalita sa Filipino, nagbibigay siya ng mga aktibidad na Filipino ang wikang gagamitin. Sa mga ganitong paraan, nagkakaroon ng pagkakataon na masanay ang mga estudyante sa paggamit, pagsulat, at pagsasalita sa wikang Filipino.

Ayon kay Ma’am Wena, naiintindihan naman niya kung bakit hirap ang mga mag-aaral sa wikang Filipino dahil nahihirapan din noong una, kahit pa ang sarili niyang anak na si Gwen. Bagaman kinakausap niya siya nang Filipino at kinokorek ang kaniyang mga pagkakamali sa gramatika, mas sanay pa rin daw talaga si Gwen sa Ingles at mas mabilis na nakapagpapahayag ang kaniyang anak gamit ito. Isa sa mga maaring sisihing dahilan nito ang panonood niya ng mga palabas na nasa wikang Ingles tulad ng “Peppa Pig” noon. Ayon pa kay Ma’am Wena, nagbago na rin pati ang kaniyang accent dahil sa naturang palabas. 

Kuwento niya, “Si Gwen kasi, mas English siya, pero kinakausap ko siya sa Filipino. Siguro ‘yung epekto ito ng gadget kay Gwen. Kasi si Gwen noong maliit pa siya lagi siyang nanonood ng ‘Peppa Pig’ kaya dumating sa point na British accent — ‘tomato’ gano’n si Gwen.”

Gayunpaman, gusto pa rin  ni Ma’am Wena na maging magaling ang kaniyang mga anak sa wikang Filipino — sa pag-iisip, pagsusulat, at pagsasalita. Nang sa gayon, mas lalong umusbong ang kaniyang pagiging Pilipino, rito sa Pilipinas.

Ani ni Ma’am Wena, “Ayokong lumaki siya na nahihirapan sa Filipino. Kasi unang-una, Filipino teacher ako. Pangalawa, naririto siya sa Pilipinas, ang gamiting wika sa bansa ay Filipino. Gusto kong matuto ang anak ko  gamit ang Filipino — nang sa gayon ay higit niyang makilala kung sino siya.”

Ayon pa sa kaniya, “Mas maganda na gamitin ‘yung wika na naiintindihan ng nakararami at masa kasi sa ganoong paraan, mas makakapagpalitan kayo ng ideya mas nakikilala mo ang nakakarami…mas lumalawak iyong kaalaman sa buhay.”

Bagyong Wena

Sa mga unang taon ng pagtuturo ni Ma’am Wena sa UPIS, higit-kumulang sampung taon na ang nakakaraan, isa siyang titser na kinatatakutan ng kaniyang mga estudyante dahil sa kaniyang diretsahan at istriktong pagtuturo. Kuwento niya, noong sa UPIS 3-6 pa siya nagtuturo, mayroon siyang mga estudyante mula Grado 3, 4, at 5 na napapaiyak dahil sa kaniyang masungit na istilo. At noong nagtuturo naman siya sa Media Center ng UPIS, mayroon siyang mga estudyante na nasasabihan ng “Pangit ‘yan! Basura ‘yan! Walang class ‘yan!” sa tuwing nagpapasa sila ng mga hindi magagandang artikulo para sa publikasyon ng kanilang klase. 

Ayon sa kaniya, “Before, lahat ng pagkakamali ng bata, napapansin ko; ‘yung kilos, ‘yung pananalita, lahat ‘yan. ‘Tapos ano siya eh, dinidikdik ko siya kaya nagagalit talaga ako.”

Sa sobrang lala nito, umabot ito sa punto na mayroong mga estudyante na hindi na siya kinakausap at pakiramdam daw niya, nagtatanim na ng galit sa kaniya pagkatapos ng kanilang pagsasama sa klase. 

“Kaya kung makikita mo ‘yung mga naunang batch, tingin ko, masama ang loob nila sa akin.” ani niya.

Dahil sa mga ito, tinagurian siya ng kaniyang mga estudyante na “Bagyong Wena” dahil sa nakatatakot at mapanghagupit niyang patuturo, tulad ng isang bagyo. 

Gayunpaman, sa kabila ng lakas at bugso, mayroon ding kahinaan ang isang bagyo. 

Sa pagdating nina Gwen at Gabriel sa buhay ni Ma’am Wena, sila ang nagsilbing mata ng bagyo na nagmulat kay Ma’am Wena tungo sa pagbabago. Nang dahil sa kanila, napagtanto niya na hindi niya gugustuhin na magkaroon ang kaniyang mga anak ng isang guro na nakatatakot at istrikto. Bagaman, mahigpit pa rin siya sa mga kursong kaniyang itinuturo, nadagdagan ang kaniyang pagmamalasakit at pang-unawa sa kaniyang mga estudyante.

Ani niya, “Noong nagkaanak ako, kapag nakikita ko ‘yong mga anak ko, ayokong magkaroon sila ng teacher na ‘bagyo’...na-realize ko na parang, oo nga ‘no, paano kung gano’n ‘yung teacher ng anak ko?”

Dagdag pa rito, napagtanto rin ni Ma’am Wena na hindi nakatutulong ang kaniyang mga kasanayan ng pagtuturo noon sa kaniyang kalusugan. “Eventually, napagod din ako eh—na maging bagyong masungit…’tsaka nakaka-stress din ‘yon sa akin.” ani niya. 

Sa kasalukuyan, sinusubukan na ni Ma’am Wena ang pagiging balanse sa pagtuturo. Pinagsasabay na niya ngayon ang kaniyang pagiging istrikto at mahigpit na guro sa loob ng silid-aralan at ang mapagmahal at mapang-unawa niyang puso para sa kaniyang mga estudyante. Mas kalmado na siya ngayon sa tuwing nagtuturo, at mas pasensyosao sa mga estudyanteng nahihirapan. 

Samakatuwid, nalusaw na at tuluyang nawala ang “Bagyong Wena” na humagupit sa UPIS noon. Bumalik ito sa ating paaralan bilang sariwang hangin, dahan-dahang mga pag-ulan, at higit sa lahat, sinag, upang siguraduhin ang tama at maayos na paglago ng bawat estudyante na kaniyang madadaanan.

[chairkind]

giliw, kung pahihintulutan mo ako

ipagkakatiwala ko sana sa 'yo ang puso ko

[nablah]

giliw easily top 10 tagalog word of all time

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

icb madi said fish talk bc now rafayel has to call me giliw or i'll throw a chair at him

[mydearestriver]

20240331

i should have made this blog as soon as you came into my life. but as a new mom, i was struggling (still) to find time for myself, let alone create a blog for you to read when the time has come.

but now let me share [y]our stories here even though it was kinda late hehehe

let me just say that you are not unexpected. we prayed for you and the Lord has answered our prayers through you.

june 28, 2023.

it was eid al-adha, and at 2am we're on our way to the maternity clinic. luckily there's a grab rider who accepted the booking bc if not, we don't know how we can go there in time.

i was in trial labor for almost 8 hours, but to no avail. my dilation is not improving so the doctor suggested that you will be removed via CS since my water was already green (meaning, you pooped already inside, and it will be dangerous for you to stay in my womb for long).

your dad and i was very excited and at the same time, scared of what will happen. i kept on praying and wishing that you will come out normal, healthy and safe.

after hours of waiting, it was time.

i was not sure how long i stayed in the operating room, but for me it was like an hour short only. i only wanted to hear your cry as soon as i heard the doctor said "baby out" and when i heard you, i couldn't stop crying.

thank you lord was all i say even tho my body started to ache and shiver. i obly wanted to see you. hold you and kiss you.

i was so excited to go to the recovery room but then the doxtor said you can't and need to be isolated bc you already ate and inbaled your poop. that caused you to breathe in difficulty.

they had to put oxygen on you and you need to be in dextrose.

the thought of not holding you and be with you in the same room made me crazy and mad and made me think this is all my fault i wasnt able to be healthy for you.

but still, thank you Lord was all i can say because He is faithful and he helped you recover soonest.

almost 7 days in the hospital and we finally went home.

it was the longest 7 days of my life, fighting tears and anxiety of not being with you to feed you and sing you to sleep.

with that, it made me realize that i'm really lucky to have our giliw dad and your mamita to support me and take care of you in the NICU.

after 7 long nights of being separated, i can finally feed you and sing you to sleep.

it was also hard as i didn't know where and how to start, especially in breastfeeding. i was starting to doubt myself if i was giving you enough milk to sustain your needs, but glad i didn't stop! it was the best time and it bonded us so much i couldn't and wouldn't stop holding you.

this is our first pic together!!! it was not aesthetically beautiful but this was gold as this is also the first time i held you 🥹

you were just so little and fragile but now as i am typing this, you can barely fit into my hands.

time really flies by so fast i sometimes just wanted it to stop so i can hug you all day all night!

anyways, it's 10:20pm already and you're starting to cry from sleep. i should end this post now, but will be back for sure to uoload/share more first time with you!

♡ momom izang

[nezukoo-channn]

Thank you all so much for the love and support for giliw ko! You might have to wait a bit longer for part 2 (since I really really want to do good for it and like give all those feelings), but don't worry, it's being written by me already! Thank you so much for the love and if anyone wants to be tagged for part 2 of giliw ko kindly say so thank you so much again!

[ivangoghhh]

To those who can understand Tagalog, feel free to laugh. Translation will be posted later. Sorry.

'Ni hindi ko masabi—

Ang mga katagang, "sana'y hindi na lang kita nakilala—

Sa panahong nagtitimpi ako, sa mga pagkukulang, sa pagpapabaya mo—

Para akong isang batang nag aantay sa lambing ng isang inang, hinding hindi na uuwi muli.

Malaki na ako sabi ko pa nga sayo,

Alam ko ang kahihinatnan ng mga salitang maari kong isigaw sayo

Ang lumo—ayokong magalit dahil walang rason na dapat ikagalit,

Nagkamali ka, ako ang nagpatawad, ako ang umako ng lahat.

Sinabi mo noon, iiwan mo ako—

Ngunit pinigilan ko ang sarili, maudyok, matapos ang lahat.

Giliw, masaya ako kahit ganito—dumating ako sayo na puno ng pagmamahal

Ibibigay ko sa'yo ito—buo at ng lubusan,

Sabihin mo man sa akin na hindi mo na ako mahal,

Patuloy kitang mamahalin, magsusulat, magpapatawad.

Wika ni Ramon sa kanyang ka situationship.

— Joshua.